June 20, 2009).
Shining knights on armoured steeds,
Banners raised with swords ablaze,
Battling for king and country bright,
These brave few face the field.
A clan of humble farmers joined,
Standing against oppressors' night.
Pitchforks in hand or stone in sling,
United to fight, free family.
Colonists in a strange new land,
Filled with hopes and Jefferson's dream,
Bayonet at the ready, enemy draws near,
These common folk defend fair liberty.
Noble deeds of our fathers past,
Epic battles, our history shaped,
Against the odds, seemingly doomed,
The stuff of folklore and fantasy.
Safe in the suburbs live I,
No nearing front or arrows o'rhead.
Pen in hand, at a cafe I sit,
Far from fear or peril's fright.
What is my part to play?
Where will I take my stand?
What grand victory to seek?
What frightful fiend to fell?
What of those days of old?
Grown comfy, lazy, self-absorbed,
Blind to pain and other's distress?
Feeble, faint, afraid to fight?
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